Title: AsleepPairing: OnHo Rating: R for horror concepts?Genre(s): vampire!AU, supernatural, romance, slight horrorWord Count: 2,427Summary: It’s just a dream, he tells himself. Until he doesn’t even believe that anymore.Written for onewlurver's birthday :) Sorry this is so late! And that this is pretty much...not what you asked for at all. OTL But I hope you like it?

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It was a weird dream, not even a nightmare, so Onew doesn’t worry- just ponders it briefly as he brushes his teeth and then all but forgets it after that.

Except that when it happens again, and even more vivid this time, it’s a lot harder to ignore.

It’s a dream, but it’s unlike any dream that he has ever had before. He’s lying down in the dream, but where he is lying isn’t clear to him. And he can feel everything as though he’s in his own body, yet he’s looking on like a third party.

Then a dark figure descends upon his form- almost human but not quite- and it crouches at his side. And while all of this seems ominous (even to Onew as he recounts the dreams), he doesn’t feel scared or threatened while he’s asleep.

It’s then that the figure leans forward and sinks sharp teeth into Onew’s neck.

He can feel the pain as clear as day, but he doesn’t fight back. He just…lies there and accepts what’s happening. In the dream, he consciously thinks to himself, this hurts, but it will be over soon. He doesn’t understand it, but he’s not scared at all.

Then that’s it. That’s all there is to the dream.

And since it’s not a nightmare (dreams about having to take final exams that he hasn’t studied for, even though he’s been out of college for two years, are much more stressful), he doesn’t think anything of it after the first time it happens. Even the second time he’s not too bothered, just curious.

But after the third time, Onew thinks that something must be wrong.

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The night after he has the dream for the third time, Onew sits awake in bed- bedside table light on and his blankets pulled up to his waist. Every few moments, he scans his bedroom, looking for anything awry. However, everything looks normal and he’s beginning to feel like an idiot. He’s behaving like an eight year old after hearing a scary story from a friend. This is ridiculous, he thinks. But he still doesn’t turn the light off.

The next morning, he wakes up to his light still shining and no recollection of any weird dreams.

Though, to be fair, the dreams didn’t occur one night after the other- they were spread out by a week and a half at least. So he wasn’t necessarily expecting that something strange would happen the night before.

But he still feels a little foolish.

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After a few more nights of being cautious and paranoid, Onew decides that he really is acting like a crazy person, so he goes back to his old ways- almost forgetting about the dreams once again.

That is until he finds himself in the midst of one just a week later. He knows that he’s dreaming and he knows that, if he really wanted to, he could get up and walk away- avoid the bite that he knows is coming. But he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t really want to. And he has no idea why.

It’s then that he feels the presence of something- or someone- to his right. He can’t turn to look at whatever it is, but he can sense the way it crouches next to him and bends down- teeth puncturing his neck as he expects.

Except then something happens that has never occurred in the past- Onew finds himself awake and in his bed, lying on his back and staring into the murky darkness at his ceiling.

See? Onew tells himself, it was just a dream.

But then it becomes clear to him that he’s not alone in his bedroom. He doesn’t know how he didn’t sense it immediately, but he’s now absolutely sure that there is someone else in the room with him.

His blood runs ice cold through his veins as he tenses in complete fear. Who’s there? Are they dangerous? Do they know that he’s awake? Maybe he should pretend to be asleep. If it’s a burglar, maybe they’ll just take what they want and leave him be if they don’t know that he’s awake. But even as he tells himself this, lying stock still in bed, he knows- somehow he knows- that it’s not a burglar.

Onew tries to even out his breathing- attempting to mimic the breath patterns of someone asleep- but his heart is pounding too hard in his chest to allow his breaths to slow. As he lies there, he’s certain that whoever is in the room can hear his heartbeat because it’s so loud.

And then he becomes aware of a sharp little jab of pain on the right side of his neck- just a quick throb as though his body is gently reminding him before it becomes more insistent- the pain blossoming into something that consumes him and makes him cry out as his hands fly to his neck.

His fingers touch something warm and wet- blood, his mind supplies. Then his fingertips run over what feels like a puncture wound and then another just an inch or so away. They’re both fairly small, but he can tell that they’re deep- they must be to be causing him so much pain. And he’s so gripped by the sharp throbs in his neck that he doesn’t notice the movement to his right as a figure steps out of the shadows and moves cautiously toward him. He only becomes aware when he hears the floorboard by the side of his bed creak.

Onew freezes again though this time it’s harder with the pain in his neck. But still, he tries- feeling like a field mouse caught in the sightline of an owl, knowing that it’s too late, but still trying his best to blend into the background because that’s his only remaining hope.

“Let me heal it,” a deep voice says softly, closer than he even suspected the figure to be.

Onew jumps, head whipping to the right to see a man crouched next to him on the bed- almost like an animal- with big eyes that look to be completely black. He can barely suppress the shiver that rolls through him at the sight, but there’s something in the back of his mind- just like in the dreams- that is telling him that he’s not in danger.

“I can heal you,” the man repeats, eyeing him as though he’s afraid that he’ll bolt.

Onew opens his mouth to speak, but a new rush of pain blooms in his neck and he just groans instead, wincing and gritting his teeth.“Hold still,” the man- or at least that’s the closest thing that Onew can think to associate him with- says, leaning over and pressing the fingers of one hand to Onew’s jaw to keep him still- the touch icy and almost soothing. Then something cool and wet is sliding over the wounds on his neck and he immediately feels relief- the pain disappearing as though it was never there.

He watches as the man pulls back, tongue swiping over the remnants of blood on his lower lip and with a start, Onew realizes that it was his tongue that he’d felt on his neck.

“What…?” he trails off, realizing that he doesn’t even know what to ask. Or if he even wants answers. And should he be talking to this man? He’s healed him and he doesn’t seem to be planning to attack him but…

“I shouldn’t be here,” the man murmurs, more to himself than to Onew, “I shouldn’t have even come.”

His teeth dig into his lower lip in worry and that’s when Onew sees them- the sharp canines that hang down and come to a point like a needle.

“You…vampire…?” Onew gasps, feeling stupid even as he says it. Because vampires aren’t real- everyone knows that! Except, what other possible explanation could he come up with to explain this?

The man looks at him in surprise before a look of realization crosses his face- his tongue darting out to sweep over his teeth almost unconsciously. He sighs.

“Yes,” he admits, voice a quiet rumble, “I am. But you weren’t meant to wake up.” Onew figured as much, but he doesn’t say so- still too shocked to absorb much of anything.

“It doesn’t hurt like that if you’re asleep,” the man goes on, black eyes darting around the room with an alertness that Onew has never known, “I’m sorry for that.”

“You’ve been here before,” Onew says without really meaning to. He thinks it’s probably best if this…vampire just finishes whatever business he has here and then leaves so Onew can properly breathe again.

“Yes, three times before,” he concedes, “but I shouldn’t have come back. This is why one vampire is not meant to feed from the same human more than once- the bond becomes too strong. That’s why you woke up.”

Onew doesn’t quite understand, but he nods because it seems as though the vampire is speaking as much for as his own benefit as Onew’s. He kind of wants to know if the vampire has any intention of killing him, but he thinks that would be a dumb question considering he has been here three times before and hasn’t killed him yet.

“I can’t stop,” the vampire murmurs, hands grasping into the sheets as he stays crouched on the bed- his black eyes pained.

“Can’t stop what?” Onew asks before he can stop himself.

The vampire’s eyes find his again, looking as though he’s forgotten that he had been speaking out loud before.

“The first time I came back on impulse because I thought that the warnings were exaggerated. And after that…I couldn’t stop. I physically can’t stop,” the vampire’s jaw clenches with frustration, “I tried to stay away this time, but…”

Onew watches as the vampire sucks in a deep breath through his nose- it occurs to him that he is probably smelling him- his eyes falling shut as he inhales. Onew takes the opportunity to take a good look at the creature. He is long limbed, his legs folding impossibly beneath him as he crouches; he’s lean, but muscular; his skin is slightly darker than Onew’s own, but it has a greyish pallor; and his hair is thick and black- a little shaggy and falling into his eyes. He’s almost beautiful- like a statue. He would probably be considered handsome as a human.

“What do I do?” the vampire suddenly asks, eyes boring holes into Onew’s.

He has no idea what to say.

But it doesn’t seem to matter when there’s a sound outside the window and the vampire’s head snaps to the side to stare out into the inky abyss- muscles tensed and ready until he, apparently, decides that there’s nothing to be concerned about.

“You can see in the dark,” Onew observes when the other’s black eyes come to settle on his face once more. The vampire gives a nod. It’s then that Onew realizes that the reason that his eyes are black is because his eyes are all pupil- no room for irises or the whites of his eyes.

All the while Onew contemplates the vampire’s eyes, the latter seems to be drinking the human in- tongue wetting his lips as he leans in until Onew can feel his breath on the newly-healed skin of his neck. His breath is neither hot nor cold, he notes- just the same temperature as the surrounding air.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes, lips brushing over the same spot that had been bleeding just ten minutes prior and Onew shivers in response, unsure of how to explain the sensations that he can feel. It’s like his blood is singing in his veins- he can feel it moving through his body. And he knows it seems crazy, but he has the sense that it’s all rushing to the surface, looking for an escape.

He shivers again, feeling an unfamiliar need fill him so that he whimpers which makes the vampire next to him freeze before he rises up and looks into Onew’s eyes with such intensity that he almost wants to curl in on himself and hide.

“You want me to bite you,” he says, his voice holding a sense of wonderment and disbelief.

And Onew wants to tell him no- of course he doesn’t want to be bitten. But then his blood is rushing through him so fast that he’s dizzy and he can’t help but tremble where he lies.

The now-familiar pain shoots through the flesh that the vampire’s teeth puncture. But this time, the pain fades away almost immediately only to be replaced by a heady feeling- like his blood has turned into liquid silver that sends bursts of relief through every part of his body that it reaches.

He gasps, eyes falling closed as he focuses on the foreign sensations flooding his senses. It almost feels like he’s floating- like the feeling that he gets right when he’s about to slip into sleep except that now his senses are all acutely aware and sharpened so he can feel every drop of blood that leaves his body and every ounce that is rushing through his veins.

But then it’s gone and can feel the vampire’s tongue- wet, cool, and soothing- running over his flesh. With a satisfied sigh, Onew feels himself relax into his pillows- breath coming out steadily and his consciousness slowly giving way to sleep.

And even though his limbs feel leaden, he reaches out to touch the back of the vampire’s hand with his fingertips. It’s smooth and cool- almost how Onew would have imagined a corpse’s skin would feel like except it’s more perfect than that. It’s softer.

“Onew,” he breathes out, for some reason needing the other man to know his name.

Through half closed eyes, he watches the vampire’s inky orbs settle on his face- what almost looks like a smile forming on his lips.

“Minho,” he says, but Onew feels it in his chest more than he hears it, “I’ll come back.”

Suddenly, there’s no one next to him on the bed and Onew almost reaches out to see if the spot where Minho was is warm before he catches himself.

As he drifts off into a blissful sleep, his mind languidly wonders whether he’d made the whole thing up- that perhaps it was a half-waking dream. But his eyes are shut before he can convince himself that it was all his imagination.

Oh my goodness I LOVED THIS! What do you mean it was bad? Sure, there was no smuttiness, but it wasn't really needed for this :D In an odd way, this was really cute and mysterious at the same time. I could have waited until Christmas for this fic ♥

FAVORITE LINE TIME!He gasps, eyes falling closed as he focuses on the foreign sensations flooding his senses. It almost feels like he’s floating- like the feeling that he gets right when he’s about to slip into sleep except that now his senses are all acutely aware and sharpened so he can feel every drop of blood that leaves his body and every ounce that is rushing through his veins.

I don't even know how to explain what these few lines do to my imagination, but all I can say is that they are beautifully written :D Also, the fact that Onew can't really sense whether he's dreaming or awake makes this fic all the more blissful and wonderful ^^

i'm so so glad that you liked this!i'm relieved! this just...took on a totally different direction than i planned when i started writing it OTLi'm so happy that you like the descriptions and that it came off as dreamy and mysterious. that was definitely what i was going for!/blushes i don't think i'm the best unni but thank you :)thank you so much for the lovely comment <3

Wow. Simply magnificent. You passed your own limits once agains. The reason why it's because this is anything but what you usually write. This is mysterious and suspenseful and dark in a way. Yet there's still the hint of something going on between Minho and Onew like a mutual attraction and gosh the bite was wonderful. I'm always curious as to how the writers will describe the bite. Everyone has a different opinion but you made it seem like they both needed it so badly.

This is probably one of my personal favorites (I know I say that a lot) but it's true. It's like a new side f your writing.

“Minho,” he says, but Onew feels it in his chest more than he hears it, “I’ll come back.”

I love this line &hearts It's cute and it's hopeful without ruining the whole feeling of the fic.

aw think you so much!gosh, i'm so glad that you think it came out well- and that the...hinted romance didn't take away from the mystery of the fic.it was only a matter of time before my horror obsession made it's way into my writing! XDand of course i listen to you except when it comes to breakfast shakes and coffee /shot b/c i'm whipped lol <3

Gorgeous! You really built the tension well...I was scared something awful was going to happen, and then...unf. I don't normally do "vampire" fics, but the way you used the bite as a proxy for sex was beautiful, subtle, and hawt (and simultaneously icy). I especially liked the field mouse/owl imagery. I really felt that sensation of being trapped and doomed and perversely attracted. Great story!

thank you so so much! :')i was feeling so insecure about this (b/c i don't usually do vampire fics either lmao), but you just made me feel so much better about it!i'm so glad that the tension and trapped/attracted sensations came through! and that the bite came across as sort of an equivalent to sex. /feels relievedi'm so glad that you liked it!thank you so much for reading and commenting! <3

i'm glad that you liked it!this was my first vampire fic, so i'm glad it's not a complete fail! haha.idk if there will be more yet- i'm definitely thinking about it though.thanks for reading and commenting!

i just wanted to play it safe with the rating. and the bite could be construed in a sexual manner so i just wanted to be sure. lol.but i'm glad that you liked it and that it came across as surreal.thanks for reading and commenting!